Xihe

Thick emotions are like white milk, what kind of smell will be fermented when mixed with mellow coffee, and strict systems are like lumps of rock sugar, what kind of taste will evolve into when melted in colorless water. I, hereby swear, I will change. Even if there is any I won't waver, I stake my will here, I swear, I will change it. This solidified class, unequal life, and a future planned as detailed as a drawing. This gray sky, the irreversible command, the tone of being as arrogant as the proud son of heaven. It shouldn't be like this, trust me. In the year 2025 of the imperial calendar